If you would have asked me a year ago if I ran, I would have told you.”only if someone was chasing me.” Now a year later, I still would not consider myself a runner, but I do in fact run.
The thing about it is that I really hate running. It is something that I know that I have to do. Unlike my husband who likens running to going to church, I still do not get that “runner’s high”. What I do get is a sense of accomplishment. I get to set small goals for myself and reach them. The competitive part of me gets to compete with myself and sometimes I like kicking her ass.
I get to spend an hour or so with myself and my breath. Running alone with just me and my ipod. No children, no husband, no fighting, no drama, just me. Clear head, clear thoughts.
I don’t look like a runner. I am not graceful. I am chubby. I am not fast. But I am getting there.
I am a geek. I like gadgets. The Nike+iPod is the best thing that ever happened to me. Not only is it a gadget, but is gives me charts and graphs. The 6th grade math teacher in me loves a graph. But my favorite part, is when you plug your iPod in, you get to see your person run across the screen. It really is the little things in life. I love her. I love seeing my accomplishments and seeing the goals that I have set being reached.
Isn’t she cute? Aren’t those lines pretty?
I will not lie to you, running can hurt. The first mile is always the hardest for me to get through. I feel like my legs are a hundred pounds and I feel like quitting. I remind myself that I have given birth without drugs and it was not that big of a deal. Running a few miles cannot be that bad. I can make it.
I am reading a book about women that run, mothers in particular. It is called Run Like a Mother. The title alone is worth the read. Whether you are a beginning runner like myself or a marathoner, it is a fun read. If you want to indoctrinate yourself into the world of running, pick this book up.
I am afraid to run outside. I stick to the treadmill and I know that I should get out into the great wide open. But it scares me.
I do not love running, but I love how I feel afterward. I am calmer, happier, and able to deal with my life better. My life is good, but sometimes, we all need an escape. These days mine is more treadmill and less icy cold beers… well, maybe just one.
Why do you run?